That’s me in the ocean
behind our house
getting acquainted with the waves,
Written on the back of a photo
I find in a box of random things.
It is not me there—outstretched arms
back to the camera.
I begin to recognize the great gray sky,
dark blue water, frosty waves captured,
rolling toward the shore—
the Maine coast in Autumn.
The handwriting on the back
tall and swirly wave caps,
a diagonal slant washing across,
yet no words running together
each space planted firmly
like the woman facing forward,
knee deep in the chilly blue,
arms open wide,
getting acquainted with the waves.